I wrote one sentence of my novel today. It wasn’t a great one or an awful one; it was good enough. And that, on days like today, is good enough.

Keep writing.

This is what happens when I get talking to fellow writers about writing in 140 characters or less…

I have rules to help me decide what’s what:

1. If it describes a brief moment, it’s poetry.

2. If it describes a succession of moments that drop off their own cliff, it’s a short story.

3. If it’s a procession of moments which amount to a whole and search for their own cliff in order to peer over the edge and look out to the sea, it’s a novel.

Slightly edited from the original tweets, but only to make it legible. Twitter induces grammar rot. Remember that…

This is what happens when I get talking to fellow writers about writing in 140 characters or less…

I have rules to help me decide what’s what:

1. If it describes a brief moment, it’s poetry.

2. If it describes a succession of moments that drop off their own cliff, it’s a short story.

3. If it’s a procession of moments which amount to a whole and search for their own cliff in order to peer over the edge and look out to the sea, it’s a novel.

Slightly edited from the original tweets, but only to make it legible. Twitter induces grammar rot. Remember that…

A chance encounter has drawn me closer to Ward and so to Faith. I would never have guessed that I would find our souls in a book.

I have only one person to thank for this…

Some characters come easy whilst others I have to fight for. Some should be dropped altogether *remembers Dave and smiles*

Working backwards seems to work better for me. I’ve always been an awkward person, since birth apparently. I didn’t fit in my incubator.

The most important lesson is learning to lose yourself and let your characters fill you so that they can fill the page. And when they do, they help fill in your gaps and you understand, love them all the more for it.

(via literatureslut)

awkwardlyalone:

theacidfuckingnation:

#FYI these are cats that had just been sedated at the vet

HOW DO LEGS WORK!?!

im gonna piss my fucking pants omg

[ I CAN’T BREATH]

MOTHER FUCKER CALL LIFE ALERT

omg i am going to wet myself

i think i just did

If it’s still open…

If not, open your own!

(via literatureslut)